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"Kinda want you to go down on me, honey," he answers, eyebrows lifting. He kisses the tip of Jack's nose - probably a ridiculously cute gesture considering what he's just suggested.

"Put your panties in your mouth while I do?" asks Jack, breathes the words hot and heavy against the side of Poison's face, his hand already busy at his belt.

Poison nods and moves back a little. He makes sure Jack's looking at him as he balls up the panties and stuffs them in his mouth to gag him. Fuck, he can taste Jack on them. He twists to put up the arm rest behind him and promptly sprawls back across two seats.

They're going to be arrested. There's no way they're going to get away with his, but Poison looks so, so good, amazing, sprawled out across the seats like that with his mouth stuffed full of cotton and lace. It takes barely anything at all to flip his skirt up and bare his cock. Jack leans down, curling his fingers around Poison's dick to stroke him, brushing his cheek against the hot, hard line of his cock.

If they get arrested, he'll just continue being obscene with Jack behind bars. He whimpers and lifts his hips towards Jack at the first touch. His thighs tense for just a second when Jack's cheek brushes against him, and he can fucking feel the faint stubble.

Jack knows that Poison's into texture, into friction, so he scrapes his cheek against Poison's dick again before he lifts his head and sinks down over the first few inches.

Poison's thighs tighten on either side of Jack again when he feels that drag against sensitive skin. He whimpers and drops his hands to tangle in Jack's hair, holding tight. He rocks his hips up, encouraging.

He starts to bob his head, slowly at first, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He swirls his tongue around the head of Poison's cock, intensely aware of where they are, the noise and the flickering light.

Maybe he totally shot himself in the foot with this idea. Jack's mouth feels really good and Poison wants to be vocal about it. He moans, trying to be quiet. The panties help, and so does the fact that they picked an action movie or something. The rolling bass of an explosion makes him shiver as he rolls his hips, urging Jack on. If not for the noise and the ungodly chill of the movie theater, he could forget where he is.

He doesn't try to swallow Poison, carefully guarding his gag relfex, but he does take him as deep as he can with every bob of his head, every slip-slide of lips and tongue. His hands rest on Poison's hips, but he doesn't try to hold him down.

He tries to be careful, realizing Jack's not going down all the way. That's fine, probably for the better given their situation, but he can't help the way his hips push forward, trying to fuck Jack's mouth every time hie moves his head. He moans, one hand tight on the seat he's laying on and the other tangled in Jack's hair. He's so close, partially from the thrill that all this is happening in public.

Jack knows how much of an exhibitionist his boyfriend is. He shifts one hand to cup Poison's balls, squeezing gently as he sucks.

Poison moans around the panties and actually lifts a hand to cover his mouth, like it might help a little more. It really doesn't take him long, either. They've been teasing each other since they left the house, flirting and then going down on Jack and-- it's with that in mind - and the taste of Jack in his mouth - that he comes. His fingers and thighs tense and he arches off the seat for a moment, his sounds of relief muffled by fabric and by the action sounds rumbling through the theater.

He's lost count of how many times Poison's come in his mouth, but it never gets old. He never gets tired of it. Poison comes and Jack swallows and then he pulls away, tugging Poison's skirt back into place and shoving his tshirt up so he can press a kiss against his belly before he sits up.

Poison stays there, just breathing. He pulls the panties out of his mouth and drops them onto his stomach. When he finally feels like he can sit up again, he moves closer so he can cuddle up against Jack. "You're awesome," he says, just loud enough for Jack.

He grins, a little breathless, licking his lip and catching a drop of come that he'd missed.

"I love you." He glances up the screen. "I have no idea what's going on in this movie."

Poison giggles and nuzzles Jack's jaw. "Me either," he admits. "Love you. We can just make up the plot as we go along."

"Maybe I'll just take a nap," says Jack, smirking as he snuggles into Poison a litlte.

He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. "I gotta walk home without panties on now, thanks."

Jack stifles a giggle.

"Why do I feel like this won't be the first time?"

Poison rolls his eyes. "Whatever. I'm gonna make you carry these,' he insists.

"Big deal. I've got pockets," says Jack, grinning, pressing a kiss against Poison's temple.

"Leave 'em sticking out of the back one," he quips, grinning against Jack's cheek.

"I'm pretty sure I can live with that," says Jack, one eyebrow raised. "People'll just know I got laid."

Poison grins, because he likes that idea, too. "Totally happening." He pulls Jack into a lazy kiss.

He's content to snuggle for the rest of the movie, which has a fairly happy ending even though he has no idea what the entire premise is. When they get up, he tucks the bright red panties into Jack's back pocket.